Chen Chuan glanced at the corner again. The group's number four, Tuoqi, stood there sideways. It was as if two men were standing back-to-back—one holding Dual Blades, the other a gun, his dangerous gaze sweeping over them.
He followed Boxing Lion's gesture to a sofa across from the man and slightly to the left. After handing the Snow Monarch Blade to Old Wan beside him, he sat down. He glanced at the empty sofa opposite him and asked, "What, are there other guests today?"
Boxing Lion spread his hands. "What a coincidence. Just when you contacted me about a purchase, Mr. Chen, I was already in talks with another buyer. Business is first come, first served, right? But we also have to show Fox Immortal some respect, so we invited you over anyway."
